The Fifth Science

by Exurb1a

History is a drunk magician however, and soon a strange thing came to pass.

What a time—parent and child in rapturous union, foraging into the world together—silicon and flesh as comrades.

This is the hallmark of a wise culture. It seeks to know the divine and the ill in equal measure and lays its head at night on neither of those pillows exclusively.

their brother gone gallivanting into that part of the night forest so unmapped and grim.

If the fruits tasted slightly of martyrs, it is because the trees grew right on top of them.

He has tasted a thing too sweet for His tongue and it has pickled His thoughts, He replied. What has He tasted? They asked. God, Aleph said. He has tasted God and it has struck Him mad. There's no cure for the thing.

And in any culture, man or machine, aspiration and bravery will always be the hallmarks of the young and occasionally the stupid.

Perhaps it is just a fundamental truth baked into nature, one so strange and alien that it disintegrates those who try to understand it.

It is safe to say that the message spoke of a common shape to all the processes of the world, and insisted there was a unity to all explanations. It confirmed that all phenomena are expressions of a single phenomenon, and while all droplets consider themselves independent, they are nonetheless still ocean through and through.